In Istanbul
April 2016 – Some friends and I spent some days in Istanbul Turkey as tourists cum pilgrims. We loved it. In recent days the sadness that has descended is crushing. The good and hospitable people of Istanbul could well do with our encouragement.
In Istanbul
We travelled in,
We trod the streets,
We slopped the beer,
And ate the treats.
In the Bazaar Grand,
Some tried their hand,
At a haggle or two,
For a rug or a shoe.
And we loved our days,
On the ‘Gold Horn’ way.
They took us in.
Made us at home,
And it made us grin,
To see spruikers roam.
But the terminal we travelled,
Has now been unravelled,
Leaving crumble and rubble,
From the hateful trouble.
And streets we walked in peace,
Amidst crowds and police,
Now could appear,
To become pathways of fear.
But people! O people! Of Istanbul,
Do not lose heart when others kill,
Those you looked after
From far across sea,
Call out to you from a land roaming free.
You hosted us,
And we toasted you,
Do not let hatred or fuss,
Your spirit subdue.
Your history is splendid,
Your hospitality is fine,
When the hatred subsides,
You’ll return to your prime.
Simon C.J. Falk 30 June 2016